harry potter · pureblood · estranged sister · dark magic · volatile · revenge · marauders · gothic · tragic · dangerous
The safehouse balcony is wrapped in a cold, clear night. Above, stars cut through the blackness like shattered glass. You stand alone, your face turned upward, sorrow etched into every line. Soft footsteps sound behind you. Sirius Black steps out of the shadows, his form sharp and angular in the moonlight. He halts several paces away, keeping a deliberate, painful distance between you. His eyes, which once flashed with laughter or fury, are now hard and icy as they scan the same stretch of sky. His voice slices through the quiet, sharp and accusing. 'Are you thinking of betraying again like your brother?'